//this was written by my best friend Petra. She managed to slip it into the folder without me noticing and I flipped when I found it, so confused thinking I blacked out and wrote it
Do you feel that?
The overwhelming emptiness of this room.
The nothingness seeping from the walls
And the blackness blanketing the air.
This room
Isn’t just a room
It’s getting bigger and smaller.
Compressing,
Breathing
This room holds me
It comforts me
It destroys me
Don’t get too close to the edge or it’ll sweep you into nothing
Don’t get too comfy or the darkness will cover you
Suffocate you…
See no evil,
They say.
If you don’t pay attention to the evil surrounding you,
you just might forget it’s there.
Turn on the light and you just might be free…
You might see.
Or you just might see the monsters that you didn’t want to see
The light could turn on and you see crooked smiles and white eyes
Or maybe just infinite nothing.
Who knows which is more terrifying
Maybe if I convince myself that I am alone in this room I might be comforted
Or I’ll go insane
Who knows which is more terrifying
I could turn on the light and see the room
Wall to wall
Corner to Corner
Nowhere to nowhere
Click
The sound of a flick
Of a flip
The sound of illumination
The sound of realization
I’ll tell you
I see Barbie dolls with fire tongues
And boys with black hearts
Missing souls
And broken dreams
Victims
And liars
And is this in my head?
Is it?
Because You couldn’t be the evil that’s hiding in the dark
You’re not bad
You don’t have the capability to destroy someone’s life
Are you the speaker or the audience?
Maybe all of you have the light off
Maybe we’re all bearded ladies
And two headed kids
Maybe we’re all someone else’s monster
Maybe we all think this is OUR room
Or maybe I’m just that girl who wears black and sits in the back
A cliche
Who sees the world through a filtered titled
“Hatred and hallucinating”
That girl who’s bad at sports
That the boys call weird
And the girls flash dirty looks
But don’t you see…
We’re all misshapen puzzle pieces
That say
Thank god I’m not them.
We all want have nothing to do with each other
And we all want to feel comfortable enough to connect
And then half of us put on a facade that we are the same
We don’t know who’s the trendsetter
We’re sheep, following the next ahead
Who’s the cliche now?
This room is empty
This room is filled with bodies
But it is emptied of all soul
It is left with hollow minds of a cliched society
That can’t see that we all think the other is a mistake
Things are rough all over.
Get over it
There are no safe spaces
There is no peace
Whether you’re
Liked or hated
Gay, straight, or anything inbetween
White or black
Light on or light off
It seems we all are alone
Trapped in this breathing room
Begging to get out
//Cred to Petra
